[Chorus: Odd Oberheim]
Two thousand and five the level of live is raised
Step in the new ways of death rays, comin to blaze
Two thousand and five the level of live is raised
Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves

[Silver Synth]
By hypothesis official oral homicide I'm rockin this
Surgically infectious type unconsciousness, I drop a logic bomb
Hideous to the intellect-less
Eviscerating precision encisions as a forensic
Eviscerating abstractness by circumstance, my megahurt verse advance
Razor knife sharp through your orifice
Like pseudonyms exploit, I dispose in violation
Then cloak and dagger, to the ceiling in your fantasy
Choked off the verbal dispatch, inhale the herbal through the face plate
Plus the larynx hatch, extensive
Effective, eviscerating, virtual potential to the uppermost we coast
Brightly, with industry autopsies that slightly splinter
Methodically slash, achilles tendon we bash bass platoons
And butched buffoons, then photograph a dozen whispers
Particular plasma, gettin soaked, we structure the obscure circumstances
At a slope then vehicle the progress, and
Scorch the bureaucratics while we torch interpalms on microphones
We the studio {?} utility species discoputer Sil Synth

[Odd Oberheim]
Two thousand and five, comin in live, level is raised
To fit the new ways of death rays, comin to raise
Two thousand and five the level of live has been raised
Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves
I grab any lightning rod and transport to rock odd
The year VMX double-oh-thousand hot rod
Clog up your intestines with the flower snakes
And grab your {?}, the girls are ready to quake
She says you're weirder than a Doctor Who marathon
I tell her to hush, the year's 2005 and beyond
Golden dia-monds, flyin high like Icarus
With wings that get so high you just might miss this
Can you understand the level of comprehension
I'm talkin whips made out of titanium
2005 the level of live, no sound tones
Destroyin death moons, walkin over the Gods of hip-hop's large
I'm feelin blessed with the witness to original Amarettos
Sippin on top of high levels

It's 2005, the level of live has been raised
To fit the new waves of death rays
Comin in waves, it's 2005, the level of live is raised
To fit the new ways of death rays comin in waves
Two thousand and FIVE
TWO, THOUSAND, AND, FIVE!!
Two thousand and FIVE..
Two thousand and FIIIIIIIIIIVE......

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